Maybe if I smile
I would feel worthwhile
Maybe if I starve
I will be skinny and not large
Maybe if I cry at night
People won't see my daily fight
Maybe if I pretend I don't care
They will realize that what they done wasn't fair.
Maybe if I cut my wrist
I will start to think I truly exist
Maybe if I act strong and tough
I will start thinking I'm good enough
But...
I can't...
I am never worth it
I will never be skinny
I will never stop crying
I will never stop caring
I will never exist
I will never be good enough.
YOU ARE READING
depression DISCONTINUED
Poetryjust a set of poems I scribbled down when I could...not much of a writer DISCONTINUED
